THE REIGN OF GODFREY II (1213-?)
Part XVI: Man of God
Pope Innocent III gazed from the parapets of the Castel Sant’Angelo at the many fires raging in distant corners of the Eternal City. How had it come to this? Rome had not been the same since Frederick Barbarossa’s conquest of northern Italy in the 1190s. The Lateran Palace, which Innocent had attempted to refurbish only a few years ago, now lay looted and abandoned. He never ventured beyond the walls of the Castel anymore, for fear of having an unexpected “accident.” Nowadays, nobody walked the streets of Rome without a substantial contingent of guards.
The Castel Sant'Angelo, formerly a Roman mausoleum, now a Papal fortress.
The condottieri he had hired to defend the Castel were fairly loyal, as long as they were well paid, and Innocent felt somewhat secure behind his walls of stone and mercenaries. However, the Papal treasury was beginning to run thin, from years of paying off protection racketeers and buying fair-weather allies. Innocent felt the cold stone of the battlements; this was his fortress, but it could just as easily become his prison.
The local noble families now operated more like organized crime syndicates than respectable knights and merchants, and the Cardinals of the Curia were each trying to bully their way into more power and influence. Their grasping self-aggrandizement was despicable, but in his current situation Innocent found himself unable to do anything about it. Survival had to be his primary focus now.
Yet there was one particular Cardinal that the Pope especially despised: Daimbert of Mainz. The Grand Inquisitor had recently returned from Outremer to receive his scarlet zucchetto. This was particularly galling to Pope Innocent; privately he loathed the man, but publicly, Daimbert had made himself indispensable to the Papacy.
Over the course of the past several years, the scheming viper had carefully managed to worm his way into a position of such power and influence that he was able to manipulate even Innocent himself, and he had done it all under the Pope’s very nose, yet without his knowledge.
“Your Holiness…” said Innocent’s bodyguard, interrupting his thoughts, “Cardinal de Borja is here as you requested. Do you wish to speak with him now?”
Innocent beckoned affirmatively with his hand, and a short, wiry man in cardinal’s robes was ushered onto the battlements.
“Holiness?” asked de Borja, his face contorted in his usual sycophantic grin.
“How are the preparations for the new Crusade proceeding?” asked Innocent, attempting to mask his disgust. He found the idea of a crusade against a Christian Jerusalem to be utterly repugnant. Daimbert had insisted that he had rooted out a coven of elite heretics among the royal family during his stay in the kingdom, but Innocent could not bring himself to believe the allegations. Godfrey de Lusignan was too much of an idealist to turn to heresy.
However, Daimbert’s influence had been too great, his schemes too well thought out. Innocent could not disprove the charges against the Lusignan Dynasty, nor could he properly investigate; after all, his lead Inquisitor was the one who had levied the charges in the first place.
No, Daimbert had to have a grudge against someone in that family, likely King Godfrey himself, or perhaps his mother Sibylla, notorious for her political machinations. Innocent had supposed that declaring an Interdict upon the Kingdom of Jerusalem would satiate Daimbert’s desire for vengeance, and thus be the end of the matter. He certainly had not anticipated that the Cardinal would call for a crusade!
“His hatred must run deep,” murmured Innocent, under his breath.
“What was that, your Holiness?” asked Cardinal de Borja, an eyebrow raised curiously.
Innocent III, a very frustrated Pope.
Innocent realized that he had allowed his thoughts to wander. The simpering little man had still been prattling off the details of the reprehensible new crusade.
“Nothing, Cardinal,” said the Pope, perhaps a little too nervously, “What other preparations remain?”
“Just the arrangements for the Crusade’s transport by sea, your Holiness,” simpered the dwarfish Cardinal, “Which you desired to oversee personally, your Holiness, unless my memory has failed me.” De Borja had a devious glint to his eye, more like a whoremonger showing his wares than a pious Christian cleric.
“Yes, of course,” said Innocent, “After much prayer and fasting, I have at last reached a decision.” He had postponed the expedition as long as he could; any longer and Daimbert would have become suspicious, or rather, more suspicious than usual.
And so Innocent found himself in his current predicament. He pulled a roll of parchment from his sleeve. “Cardinal, take this message to the Doge. Deliver it in person, and then return to me with his response.”
“The Doge? Of Venice?” De Borja’s scheming expression instantly changed to a look of pure shock.
“Yes, Doge Enrico Dandolo of
Venice,” chided the Pope, feigning annoyance at the Cardinal’s predictable astonishment, "Was I unclear?”
“N-no, of course not, your Holiness,” spluttered de Borja, “Heaven forfend!” He snatched the parchment out of the Pope’s hands in such haste that he was almost disrespectful; then he remembered himself and bowed before Innocent according to papal protocol.
“Cardinal,” chided Innocent, enjoying the awkward moment, “Remember that this correspondence is so important that I must send not a courier, but a cardinal. You must not delay.”
De Borja nodded sheepishly before hurrying off in a panic, presumably to attend to his mission.
Of course Innocent knew why de Borja was so aggravated. The vile little man was deep in the pay of Daimbert of Mainz, to whom he almost certainly would be reporting after delivering his message to the Doge. In fact, Innocent was counting on it. As the old adage went, desperate times called for desperate measures, and Innocent had decided to call in an old favor.
“I’ve got you, Daimbert of Mainz,” he thought to himself, “And there’s nothing you can do about it!”
For the first time in months, Pope Innocent III smiled.
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